Gonna be hard to shut us down, down
Gonna be hard to shut us down, down down

Okay, call your man, call your girl
Tell them all to call their bluff
Tell them call the stations and ask
Them why they hate on us
Took an ouch for his people just
So he can stay in touch
Check the record books
It's better off you run with us
Call us punks, call us weak, call us chumps
Call us dumb
Call the Verizon network and still
See it's not enough
On the cable on the web
On the phone they call us whack
Go ahead and try to shut us down
Ain't no app for that

Running with us, or you can hate me
But it'll be hard to shut us down
Ohh, running with us, or you can hate me
But it'll be hard to shut us down

Listen, I like to tell the truth
Don't like to save face
Born in H-town, got the words to save face
Christian means that when I eat the
Beat I say my grace
If only God could judge you how
You plan to beat the case
Can't beat it, Mike Jack couldn't either
All you get is one life
Can't rewind or repeat it
I will do this till the day
I take my last breath
Beautiful feet I'm running till I
Take my last step
There's nothing they can do to
Stop what the Lord's doing
Come in the kitchen
Take a look at what the Lord's brewing
Radio don't play us, television mock us
The truth is still spreading
There's no way they can stop us
Pharisees throw stones at my glass house
But they don't see their own
Reflection when they bad mouth
You can lie, you can hate
You can run us down but in the end
The gates of Hell couldn't shut us down

Running with us, or you can hate me
But it'll be hard to shut us down
Ohh, running with us, or you can hate me
But it'll be hard to shut us down

Some think we're a mess
Some calling us blessed a mic and a stage
Don't always equal success
Sometimes a bigger platform
Only brings stress
I watch my life and doctrine
And pray for the best
AT told me let your light shine homes
Even if they wanna see you
Crash like Dow Jones
It's like Matt 16, who can come against it
You can be a Pharisee or you can be a witness
If we stay in the church
The world calls us religious
If we go on MTV
The saints think were tripping
If we try to hit the streets
Then we're some thugs in sin
With those spectating you can't
Expect to win
It's hard to make decisions when
Theory's clouded your vision
Sometimes I'm confused with who
Is my opposition i think I heard cheers when
I fumbled the ball
They claim they're on our team
But praying for our fall

Running with us, or you can hate me
But it'll be hard to shut us down
Ohh, running with us, or you can hate me
But it'll be hard to shut us down
Gonna be hard to shut us down, down, down
Gonna be hard to shut us down, down, down
Down, down, gonna be hard to
Shut us down, down, down

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Writer(s): Amisho Baraka Lewis, Benjamin Todd Hosey, George Ramirez, Le Crae Devaughn Moore, Matt K McFadden, Mitchell Parks